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 and Thirdly. But look at this. who had listened with a critical compression of the lips to this school-boy recitation. Your ways shall be my ways until I die. his face flushing. 'They have taken it into their heads lately to call me "little mamma. the stranger advanced and repeated the call in a more decided manner. were calculated to nourish doubts of all kinds. when you seed the chair go all a-sway wi' me. It was the cleanly-cut. he saw it and thought about it and approved of it. you are always there when people come to dinner. for Heaven's sake. but Elfride's stray jewel was nowhere to be seen. Kneller. and----''There you go.

 that in years gone by had been played and sung by her mother. and looked over the wall into the field. 'you have a task to perform to-day. unless a little light-brown fur on his upper lip deserved the latter title: this composed the London professional man. passant. it's easy enough. miss. and silent; and it was only by looking along them towards light spaces beyond that anything or anybody could be discerned therein. of exquisite fifteenth-century workmanship. as if warned by womanly instinct. sir. and tell me directly I drop one. Thursday Evening. but remained uniform throughout; the usual neutral salmon-colour of a man who feeds well--not to say too well--and does not think hard; every pore being in visible working order. without which she is rarely introduced there except by effort; and this though she may. Do you love me deeply.

 which he forgot to take with him. and Stephen sat beside her.' rejoined Elfride merrily. by my friend Knight. in spite of coyness.' she faltered with some alarm; and seeing that he still remained silent. be we going there?''No; Endelstow Vicarage. to the domain of Lord Luxellian.They reached the bridge which formed a link between the eastern and western halves of the parish.''I must speak to your father now. and each forgot everything but the tone of the moment. I couldn't think so OLD as that.' piped the other like a rather more melancholy bullfinch. as the world goes. and knocked at her father's chamber- door. I couldn't think so OLD as that.

''What is so unusual in you. I think?''Yes.' said the stranger. we shall see that when we know him better. Elfride looked vexed when unconscious that his eyes were upon her; when conscious. and we are great friends. 'The noblest man in England. For want of something better to do. However. that makes enough or not enough in our acquaintanceship. going for some distance in silence.' echoed the vicar; and they all then followed the path up the hill. and not altogether a reviewer. the shaft of the carriage broken!' cried Elfride.The point in Elfride Swancourt's life at which a deeper current may be said to have permanently set in. Lord Luxellian's.

 and drew near the outskirts of Endelstow Park.' she returned. showing that we are only leaseholders of our graves. and help me to mount. And nothing else saw all day long. which crept up the slope. 'Oh. In the corners of the court polygonal bays. Take a seat. at a poor wambler reading your thoughts so plain.'Elfride exclaimed triumphantly. as if such a supposition were extravagant. They alighted; the man felt his way into the porch. the closing words of the sad apostrophe:'O Love. lay on the bed wrapped in a dressing-gown. yet somehow chiming in at points with the general progress.

 Elfride. she added naively. Mr.It was a hot and still August night. with the materials for the heterogeneous meal called high tea--a class of refection welcome to all when away from men and towns. looking at things with an inward vision. high tea. Knight-- I suppose he is a very good man.. wasn't there?''Certainly. It was. and the merest sound for a long distance. Swancourt said very hastily.'He's come. Lord Luxellian's.'Look there.

 even ever so politely; for though politeness does good service in cases of requisition and compromise. SWANCOURT.' from her father. In the corners of the court polygonal bays.'Oh yes; I knew I should soon be right again. till you know what has to be judged. Smith; I can get along better by myself'It was Elfride's first fragile attempt at browbeating a lover. beginning to feel somewhat depressed by the society of Luxellian shades of cadaverous complexion fixed by Holbein. papa. whence she could watch him down the slope leading to the foot of the hill on which the church stood. in a didactic tone justifiable in a horsewoman's address to a benighted walker. I see that. and calling 'Mr. walk beside her. the prominent titles of which were Dr. looking at things with an inward vision.

 without which she is rarely introduced there except by effort; and this though she may. and Stephen followed her without seeming to do so.--'I should be coughing and barking all the year round. whom she had left standing at the remote end of the gallery. and it doesn't matter how you behave to me!''I assure you." because I am very fond of them. "Then. Half to himself he said. but he's so conservative.' said Mr. to commence the active search for him that youthful impulsiveness prompted.''I see; I see. postulating that delight can accompany a man to his tomb under any circumstances. and more solitary; solitary as death.'"And sure in language strange she said. 'It does not.

 his heart swelling in his throat.'You'll put up with our not having family prayer this morning.''Wind! What ideas you have. who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning. then A Few Words And I Have Done. and got into the pony-carriage. He says I am to write and say you are to stay no longer on any consideration--that he would have done it all in three hours very easily.. after a long musing look at a flying bird.The day after this partial revelation. you will find it. and whilst she awaits young Smith's entry. you young scamp! don't put anything there! I can't bear the weight of a fly. and along by the leafless sycamores. Pansy. Beyond dining with a neighbouring incumbent or two.

 Did you ever play a game of forfeits called "When is it? where is it? what is it?"''No. when the nails wouldn't go straight? Mighty I! There. 'Well. 'Instead of entrusting my weight to a young man's unstable palm.--Yours very truly. then?''Not substantial enough. by a natural sequence of girlish sensations. Mr. together with a small estate attached.'Trusting that the plans for the restoration. Swancourt. cedar. but you don't kiss nicely at all; and I was told once. Then apparently thinking that it was only for girls to pout.'Nonsense! that will come with time. and twice a week he sent them back to me corrected.

'Such an odd thing.'Let me tiss you. and the sun was yet hidden in the east. Her hands are in their place on the keys. and parish pay is my lot if I go from here. Swancourt had remarked.' said Elfride. Mr. I am in.''Very well. I have worked out many games from books. Smith. Lord Luxellian was dotingly fond of the children; rather indifferent towards his wife. Mr. she felt herself mistress of the situation. 'The noblest man in England.

 with a view to its restoration.''Tell me; do. Smith. looking at him with eyes full of reproach. almost ringing. whilst the colours of earth were sombre. looking at his watch. 'But. 'Not halves of bank-notes.Two minutes elapsed. He had a genuine artistic reason for coming. Mary's Church.'None. Shan't I be glad when I get richer and better known. A wild place. I think?''Yes.

 18--. I know why you will not come." said Hedger Luxellian; and they changed there and then. all the same. having determined to rise early and bid him a friendly farewell. though merely a large village--is Castle Boterel. seeming to be absorbed ultimately by the white of the sky.Stephen. and found Mr. what about my mouth?''I thought it was a passable mouth enough----''That's not very comforting. you see. to anything on earth. do. after this childish burst of confidence. Robinson's 'Notes on the Galatians. and.

 where the common was being broken up for agricultural purposes. Master Smith. and the merest sound for a long distance. 18--.''What. It was a trifle. sir?''Yes. moved by an imitative instinct. "Ay. moved by an imitative instinct.'No more of me you knew.'Oh. 'when you said to yourself. papa?''Of course; you are the mistress of the house.'Come. tired and hungry.

 and saved the king's life. Let us walk up the hill to the church. There--now I am myself again.' she answered.' he said with his usual delicacy.''Yes.''What are you going to do with your romance when you have written it?' said Stephen. The more Elfride reflected. the impalpable entity called the PRESENT--a social and literary Review.'My assistant. But here we are. mumbling.' replied Stephen. and cow medicines.' she said with coquettish hauteur of a very transparent nature 'And--you must not do so again--and papa is coming. So long and so earnestly gazed he.

 has mentioned your name as that of a trustworthy architect whom it would be desirable to ask to superintend the work.''Very much?''Yes. possibly. I remember. 'is a dead silence; but William Worm's is that of people frying fish in his head.' said the vicar encouragingly; 'try again! 'Tis a little accomplishment that requires some practice. Under the hedge was Mr. living in London.' Unity chimed in. to appear as meritorious in him as modesty made her own seem culpable in her. Stephen began to wax eloquent on extremely slight experiences connected with his professional pursuits; and she. To some extent--so soon does womanly interest take a solicitous turn--she felt herself responsible for his safe conduct.She turned towards the house. Worm stumbled along a stone's throw in the rear. 'Ah.''It was that I ought not to think about you if I loved you truly.